Post-Parting Depression.

We had guests at the daja digs last night. It was fun. It was relaxing. It was good food. (Which was a damn good thing since I broke the "no new recipes for guests" rule.) And today? Today I am a sodden lump of inertia. Where is the middle ground here? Why can't I coast on the good feelings for a day or so?

Plus I ate the last piece of chocolate cake and found the stash of Werther's. So the sugar-induced roller coaster is operational today, folks! Step right up!

I am officially a dumbass.